Perfectly imperfect.

01.15.15

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When I started this blog, I was a bit overwhelmed with all the perfect blogs out there in the blog world. I read about the perfect families, with perfect pictures, wearing perfect clothes, perfectly behaved kids, etc. I didn’t want to post the bad, the ugly or the messy hair that happened before the camera turned on. So much of my world has to be perfect. We are professional photographers, photographing beautiful people on their most inspiring perfect wedding day. I also cut hair for a living which requires perfection… or at least that is what I was taught. The truth is, I don’t comb my girl’s hair every day, and when I became a mom of two, bath time happened less, along with cleaning my floors, and I became overwhelmed with “keeping up”. It took me about 9 months to figure out how to be a mom of two, all while keeping up with two careers, a husband, being a friend and a blogger- which can only be a part time hobby. Yes, there was anxiety and everyday I have to check my priority list and make sure they are in line- my list, not my kids ( although that happens too, ha!). As I write here and create content for this little space of mine on the internet, I strive to be real, authentic, and not just honest with you, but myself. My life is so far from perfect and neither are my kids. We have lots of good days, but there are days when I feel like I can’t do it all. That is normal and I’m more than okay to say that. I love that they, and we as a family, are perfectly imperfect. This is us and I wouldn’t change it for anything. I want to create a life for my family that is full of community, full of memories, filled with laughter and most of all full of love.

Today, My sweet Lyla. (3 years old + 3 months) Becoming wiser and wiser as three year olds do, and your beauty is breath-taking. You are sweet and silly and so independent. You ask me to close your door so you can play and imagine and sing and dance in your room. We laugh because you are more like me and so many times I see myself in you. You my dear are perfectly imperfect and I am so proud of who you are becoming. My little social butterfly, I am excited to watch you fly.

My sweet Lucca. ( 1 year + 8 months) You are my sweetheart. You are gentle and kind and love to give us kisses. You love your sister and look for her right when you wake. You love shoes and books and love to be held close. You are shy and not trusting of just anyone. You loyal heart is so tender. You my dear are beautiful inside and out.